Pressing the heals of my hands hard I could feel the release. The separation was beginning and there was no stopping it now, the one life was becoming two. This is how it always starts. One wrong word, one promise unkempt, one look to awkward or any other minor offense. And just like that the lives begin the difficult peal away from one another. The truth of it all was that reality would never let her find peace. No, this lifetime was meant for other things. She knew this, has always known this, but still liked playing make believe with a willing unsuspecting partner. Her dreams last night took her back to arms of the past. A body she will always long to hold and the voice of a family member she misses. The two men stayed with her all through the night, even after several rises to pee and the constant touch of the strangers hand in the bed with her. Now it is morning and she still longed to return to the pressure of her past loves chest against hers like she had in the dream. To hear his loving words, touch his hand and to see his face one last time. She cursed these god-forsaken dreams that rear their ugly head only to remind her of what will never be. And what about the brother who spoke so soft and gentle in the night. The protector that has followed her through several life times now and the only one who she will love. Rolling over with closed eyes trying to prolong the moment when she will have to spend one more day with the wrong man. Again the wrong man.
